
My dad started working no later than age 8. He had three or four jobs before the age of 10, before he left Winner, SD. These jobs might have seemed small, but the money he earned was to go to his family. So it was real work: selling bloodworms, paper routes, selling popcorn at the movie theatre. Here is the theatre, as it stands today. Taken over by Rick, who loved the previous owners dearly-like parents-and wanted to see the theatre preserved. Now he pops his own popcorn. But back in the day, my dad would have his mom pop him some popcorn, and then he'd go out and sell it to the patrons going to the movies. He worked from age 7 or 8 to age 75. His last "big" job was to cater the MLK, Jr memorial groundbreaking. He was sick, and he knew it, but he worked it anyways, because it was his job. The man had an incredible work ethic, that came from both of his parents, working through the Depression. But as he said it, mostly his mom, "set the tone that everyone works." I love that......
everyone works.
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